By Field Ruwe
The young heart has lulled; yet so bravely
Rest! Chanda the brave one, rest! Thy country doth bow
Her lonely heart cheers; as we mourn thee
Deeds so daring thou hast done
War you raged; soul you bore
Loved you were; despised you were
Whipped and bound; yet so steadfast
To be heroic is to be courageous
To be courageous is to pay the hero’s price
Troubled no more; a monument now
You’ve met your most fate;
To be an ally of God!
And never to be forgotten
Rest! Chanda, rest!